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The following poem is dedicated to lost children everywhere, and In memory of:
Daniel Morcombe RIP
NO SUMMER WILL THEY SEE
The spring of their lives should have been but a game.
But alas, for them, a long summer will never, ever be.
Innocents were all three; Zahra, Daniel, and Caylee.
A cruel hand was dealt by Fate, to each one the same.
Now the dreadful trend you will at once comprehend
Of many Innocents’ lives that prematurely end,
By the hands of those who should be so dear,
And sometimes by strangers lurking out there.
An evil stepmother, a dark, human pariah,
Did conspire with others, to dispose of Zahra.
A brown-eyed beauty was that sweet girl,
Who should have been her parents’ pearl.
Instead, Zahra’s weak father did he grossly err,
To speed his bright daughter o’er the seas afar.
Wed the wicked stepmother, Elisa, then did he,
Unaware the true nature hidden inside she.
For poor little Zahra’s needs, they were great:
Suffering the BIG C. Oh perverse that Demon Fate!
Cancer consumed one pretty leg; but still,
Zahra, she bravely swallowed that bitter pill.
A prosthetic leg was fashioned, her lost leg to replace;
Alas, if that pain were not enough for one child to face.
The BIG C, it also denied Zahra’s ability to hear,
Then hearing aids, they were fitted for one and each ear.
But evil now surrounded Zahra’s pained and troubled life;
Wicked Elisa, narcotics flowing in her bloodless veins,
Offered the helpless, lovely child, to scheming villains.
It was they who stole Zahra’s pure innocence. Oh Strife!
Many months did ensue, before a lonely grave therein,
Was found only pieces of that precious child so brave;
Hacked by the hands of Elisa; or was it by the hands
Of that band of villains, to hide their deeds so depraved!
Another petal’s demise, I’m sure you’ve heard,
Of another sweet little angel, she not yet five;
Who because a bad mother, it’s just too absurd,
Perhaps did not wish her girl, Caylee, to survive?
For a good time, did fickle Casey only aspire,
Her lust for freedom, and carefree life, afire.
Her thoughts were not for her daughter’s welfare,
But for parties! Caylee? Not a wick did she care!
Little Caylee, she was missing for so many weeks;
Grandparents frantic! For the child did they seek.
Eventually was found buried not far from home,
Her little body; her mummy the killer? Yes! She alone!
But Daniel, now here was a most tragic tale;
A boy long waited for a bus, alas to no avail.
While a paedophile lurked and observed:
A bus too full, passed by the boy, around a curve.
The well known paedophile, he took his chance,
Heavily upon the young boy did he pounce.
Missing seven years, was precious Daniel, until
His loving parents, expected, came the final chill.
In another desolate place, were lying the remains
Of beloved Daniel; found by sad searchers galore.
But, the finality! It shattered all lives to the core!
His parents’ hearts wrenched yet again and again!
Zahra, Daniel and Caylee, those who did you harm:
Hunted for the evil they did; hatred for them unbridled.
But nothing will compensate for your lost charms;
Your lives cut short; summers lost. You were entitled!
Often I think of these young buds bursting forth, all now dead,
Whose blossoming showed such promise for the years ahead.
Oh Zahra, Daniel and Caylee, flowers so colourful and so pure,
Forever in my thoughts; memories of you, will always endure.
© To Anne Frandi-Coory – All rights Reserved 15 January 2012